Taiya – An Erotic Romance by Appolina Gray

A short erotic romance.

Taiya is soon to be crowned Queen of the Southlands, but first she must find a lover. A masked ball is held and three potential consorts are chosen. For the next three nights, Taiya is visited by one of the chosen who will satisfy her every need. But there is only one person Taiya truly wants – Sir Barrett, Chief of the Royal Guards – but does Sir Barrett reciprocate Taiya’s secret feelings?

SKU: B00F4LSQYW Category: Erotica Tags: Appolina Gray, choices, erotic romance, lovers, princes, suitors

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British author. Enjoy reading and writing different genres.

What inspired you to write your book?

I’d always had the plot in mind but a crush on a particular actor inspired the hot scenes. 😉

Here is a short sample from the book:

‘I was told this was an urgent meeting,’ Taiya said, as the messenger left the Hall, closing the doors behind him.
‘Yes, my lady.’ Sir Barrett, Chief of the Royal Guards spoke with his usual smooth voice. He and Jesath could not be more different in appearance and manners. Where the bald man was thin and creepy, Barrett was broad and well-mannered. Taiya had developed a crush for the Chief Guard as a child which she had not yet grown out of. ‘You were told it was urgent but, really,’ he paused, casting an eye at the others around the table, ‘it could easily wait.’
‘No, it can’t.’ This was Mynak, the no-nonsense monetary advisor who acted like he was chief advisor in every aspect of royal life, Taiya thought. He had been in service to the royal family the longest and made sure everyone was aware of the fact. ‘Princess Taiya, you are on the cusp of your twentieth year. No longer a child, but not yet a woman.’
Oh gods, thought Taiya, guessing where this conversation was heading.
‘As you know, you are due to be crowned Queen of the Southlands next month, but to do so you need to take a lover,’ Mynak continued. ‘You, of course, lost your maidenhead on your eighteenth birthday, as is the custom. But I hear that you have not yet found someone permanent to share your bed chamber.’ Though he never uttered a word, Taiya could tell Jesath was itching to say something. Probably to offer himself up as her lover. She must have grimaced at the thought. Mynak cleared his throat and continued, in a firmer tone. ‘Why do you not yet have a lover, Princess? What happened to the one who took your maidenhead?’
‘He died in a tourney against Sir Felwick,’ Taiya replied. And he was too quick. A couple of thrusts and it was over, she wanted to say.
‘A formidable fighter,’ nodded Jesath. ‘What about the good knight, himself? I hear Felwick is very generous when it comes to his bedfellows.’
Taiya wished she could leave right now. Oh how things were going to change when she finally had that crown on her head. They would not dare speak of lovers and sex in such a way when she was ruler of the Southlands. ‘A good fighter he may be,’ said Taiya, ‘but he smells as foul as the shit from his horses.’